Addicted To My Sugar Daddy

by Mack Collins

  Addicted to My Sugar Daddy

  By

  Mack Collins

  Copyright 2012 by Mack Collins. Published by Make Profits Easy LLC

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  Other Books by Mack Collins

  Unscrupulous Desires: Sisters Torn Apart (Dangerous Family Secrets Volume 1)

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  Table of Contents

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  PROLOGUE

  Juggling, school, rent and bills seems like all too much for Liz. Her dream car is just that, a DREAM! Why did her life have to be so, so hard? Her job on campus does not help the situation much either. With no options left her best friend Suzie suggests that she finds an older wealthier man who’s willing to foot the bills AND shower her with luxuries gifts at the same time.

  Having a Sugar daddy was the last thing on Liz’s mind; in fact she frowned upon the whole idea itself. But a drunk night out, proves to be just the beginning of her erotic adventures with older men. It’s a tough decision between Joey an older man who runs the local bar, and Mr. Alec Strong a mature wealthy entrepreneur. In the midst of juggling the two men Liz also finds comfort in the arms of a hot young lover, Mike.

  In this world wind of a romance, Liz finds herself deeply connected to all three men for various reasons. Disregarding the warnings of her best friend she tries to maintain all three relationships. But like they say, all good things must come to an end.

  With a dramatic turn of events, she finds herself developing deep rooted feelings for one of the two older men in her life. It’s an addiction she has never had before. She is addicted - to a man, an older man, her own personal sugar daddy who has absolutely no problem in spoiling her rotten.

  CHAPTER ONE

  I laughed out loud at Suzie’s statement. Out of all the crazy things she’d said to me over the years of our friendship this had to be one of the most ludicrous. Here we were at Joey’s bar having drinks and talking about the brand new Dodge Challenger that we had seen on sale on our way from work. I would have loved to get that car, but with my other monthly commitments; rent, bills, and school it seemed almost impossible to squeeze in a four hundred dollar car note into my budget.

  “Get yourself a sugar daddy Liz. He’ll buy that car. Hell, play your cards right and he’ll buy you TWO cars,” she had said laughing. I cringed at the thought of what Suzie had just said.

  I was not a prejudice person on the contrary I believed in finding true love regardless of any differences in age. But the whole idea of being with someone solely for the purpose of getting money and other luxuries out of them, sounded a little like high-end prostitution. I knew that Suzie meant well because she herself had managed to snag a wealthy older man. And so, she knew firsthand the benefits of having a sugar daddy, as they were called.

  “What can I get you girls,” Joey interrupted my thoughts from behind the bar where he stood. Joey was the owner of the bar and although he was pretty well-off and older than both Suzie and I, I just never put him into the sugar daddy category until now.

  “Give Liz, a …a Sex on the Beach,” Suzie said with a little smirk on her round face.

  “She needs to relax and live a little, FUCK your morals and reservations Girl…” she continued tipping her almost empty glass at the bartender.

  “Dam it,” I thought to myself. Suzie was tipsy, a little too tipsy.

  Tonight would be another one of those nights where I would literally have to drag her out of the bar.

  “One Sex on the Beach coming right up,” Joey said turning around to mix this somewhat “deadly” cocktail. Although I always criticized my best friend for her illusive drinking me myself had found it hard to control my drinking sometimes.

  When Joey placed the drink on the counter inches in front of me I brought the glass up to my lips and took a slow seductive sip.

  “Yum…Smooth…Just the way I like it,” I said to him. Tipping my glass at Joey to show my content.

  Suzie continued to get refills of the red wine. Saying that red wine was a “safer” drink for her. But unbeknownst to her, it was just as intoxicating as the other drinks. I too had a few more drinks mixing up the cocktails with some hard liquor that included shots of Vodka and Bacardi. By the time we were ready to leave the bar both of us were so drunk that we were staggering out of the place.

  “Careful,” a firm voice from behind me said. I felt the feel of huge masculine arms gripping onto me. I had been so drunk that I had almost fallen to the ground. My eyes met the eyes of this kind stranger. He had the most beautiful blue eyes. I swallowed hard as an instant rush of emotion swept through my entire being. I continued to examine his features as he helped me to my feet. I almost gasped at the familiarity in his face.

  “Oh my god,” I muttered to myself. It was Joey.

  “I was just locking up when I saw you two heading out,” he said wrapping my arm around his neck so he could support my weight.

  I looked around and suddenly realized that Suzie was nowhere in sight.

  “Where’s my best friend Suzie,” I said to him frantically.

  “Don’t worry, Mike’s helping her to my pickup truck,” Joey replied.

  “Who the heck was Mike?” I thought to myself as we walked across the parking lot to Joey’s vehicle. Neither Suzie nor I had a car, and so any other night we would have had to take cab home.

  Joey sat me in the back seat of his Chevy Silverado pickup truck. I looked over to Suzie who was even more belligerent than me; she could hardly sit up straight.

  As we drove, somehow I managed to give him the accurate directions to Suzie’s apartment. The young man that had been in the front seat with Joey jumped out of the vehicle and quickly made his way to the other door. He helped my friend out of the truck and supported her body to the front door.

  “Thanks Mike,” Joey said to the stranger when he returned to the truck. My curiosity got the best of me and I had to ask who this young man was.

  “I’ve never seen you around. Mike?” I staggered like the drunk that I was.

  The two men laughed at me, I was not sure whether they were laughing at my question or the way I was speaking.

  They stopped laughing and Joey soon answered my question. “Mike is new at the bar, he started last week.” He informed me.

  I leaned back into my seat, satisfied with his answer. Soon we pulled up to a lonely street with a few houses.

  “That’s my stop,” Mike said as we approached the last house at the end of the dead end street.

  “See you tomorrow man,” Joey said looking down at his smart phone.

  “Let’s do ten o’clock,” he continued as he put in a reminder in his phone.

  “Yeah, sure ten sounds good enough,” Mike replied enthusiastically before walking away from the vehicle.

  “What’s going on at ten tomorrow?” I blurted out with a curious look on my face.

  Fortunately for me, Joey was not annoyed by my question; he simply turned around and informed me that they would be repainting the bar and doing some stalk-taking in the morning.

  “Mike’s a good kid. Can you imagine he OFFERED to help me,” he said as he turned his head back to his front and focused on his driving.

  I could not help but wonder what he thought about me. Mike looked like he was a little older than me probably by a year or two maybe twenty six years for the oldest, but definitely not past thirty years. Did Joey think I was a kid too? And a
bad one at that. Did he think I was just another wild college girl?

  “So which exit do I take?” He asked with uncertainty in his deep voice. I had been so deep in thought that he had to ask his question twice before I even heard him.

  “I’m sorry,” I apologize for my lack of alertness.

  “It’s the third exit on your right, just before you get to the I-Hop,” I informed him, looking out to the window for the huge I-Hop sign.

  The street where I lived seemed quiet, more quiet than usual. It was Friday evening and usually there would be street parties and people hanging around playing music and having fun. But tonight no one was in sight. I pointed out my apartment to him; it was the first one in the second building. I struggled to open the door; somehow I just could not get the right key into the key hole.

  “You need some help with that,” a deep husky voice from behind me whispered. I almost gasped at his sudden presence. This was the second time for the night Joey had almost startled me. I could feel his warm breath on the nape of my neck as he leaned over placing his huge hands upon mine. He gently guided my hand to the key hole and helped me turn the knob clockwise. There was a click and the door was unlocked. I slowly opened the door and he helped me get inside the lonely dark apartment.

  “Whoa. Be careful little lady,” he urged catching me again, preventing what would have been a nasty fall. We both tried to locate the switch on the wall in all the darkness. It was not that I did not know where the switch was but with my present state, there was very little that I could remember. Finally the lights went on. I looked over to where Joey was standing with his hands on the switch.

  “Got it!” he said with a warm smile on his broad face.

  “Thanks,” I replied giving him a faint smile.

  “You’re welcome, sweetheart,” his lips curled up into a pleasant smile that revealed a set of the most perfect white teeth that I had ever seen.

  Now that we were in a well-lit area I was able to take in his gorgeous physique. He looked amazing. Physically speaking he had a lean, athletic body that rose a little over six feet in height. His dreamy blue eyes could easily intoxicate me, less the alcohol. Surprising he had a head full of jet black hair with a few strands of grey hair in a small spot towards the front of his hair. He was probably in his late forties or early fifties. I was unsure as to how old he was.

  He held my hand and led me to my small brown sofa. After making sure I was comfortable he quickly rose to his feet while his eyes searched the room, inch by inch.

  “Where is your kitchen?” He asked politely.

  I pointed him to the direction of the tiny kitchenette in the back. He had a look of disbelief on his face. I could tell that he’d seen bigger kitchens. Nonetheless, he walked over to the small kitchen area and I heard the cabinet doors open and close one after the other as he racked through my stuff. In a few minutes he was back in the living room with me.

  “Here, drink this,” he held out a glass to my mouth.

  I gave him a questionable look, curious as to what he was trying to feed me.

  “You didn’t have any soda water, but this salt water will do,” he said as he tried to get me to open my sealed lips to take in the drink.

  I took one sip and almost barfed at its horrible taste. Just like he’d said, it was a simple mixture of salt and water.

  “C’mon drink it. You’ll feel better when you do,” he urged me with a smile on his face.

  Slowly I took another sip of the drink and swallowed hard. He sat there encouraging me, until I drunk almost everything.

  “Thank you,” I whispered to him leaning closer to him. My heart thudded as sensations gripped my body. I was physically attracted to him and his age and maturity level was like ‘icing on the cake’. In that moment I felt weak to my desires. My body ached for his, to be loved by him, dominated by him and to climax with him.

  Suddenly with a quick movement he pulled me in closer to him. He cupped my face with his huge masculine hands and captured my lips with his. He ravished my mouth with his hot desired filled tongue. I moaned and panted, the delirium of it all was almost too much to bear. His tongue swept through my mouth hungry and yearning for more and more on my body.

  He pulled away. “My God little girl. You are going to drive me crazy.” He said taking in a deep breath. I could tell he was trying hard to control himself.

  “Little girl,” I teased.

  “I’m twenty-three years,” I said arrogantly.

  “What’s twenty three compared to forty-three plus four,” he replied with a wicked little smile on his face. It took me a few seconds to realize what he had just said, he was forty seven, but looked much younger than that.

  “I’m not scared of you, big daddy” I teased as I captured his lips with mine this time, I made sure I transferred as much passion and desire to him.

  Joey was a challenge that I was more than willing to undertake. I wanted to love him the way only a younger woman could. I wanted to fuck him so good that he would beg me for more.

  My lips soon left his and my tongue trailed along the nape of his neck. I sucked unto his flesh hard, so hard that it left a small red spot. A love bite, they called it. I continued stroking his body, working my way down to the bulged in his pants.

  Almost instantly he pulled away again.

  “Not like this. You’re drunk and you don’t know what you’re doing,” he said in a husky voice.

  “NO, I’m not I insisted leaning over him trying to kiss his tensed body.

  “No,” he said firmly as he stood to his feet. I quickly stood up and tried my best to seduce him, but he did not crack.

  “I’m not one of your little boys you play with. I’m a grown man sweetheart. Tricks are for kids,” he teased with a little smirk on his face.

  “One more kiss,” I begged hoping that he would change his mind with one last kiss.

  Surprisingly he leaned in and locked lips with mine. Our kiss was hot and passionate, tiny spasms coursed through my body. In that moment I almost melted in his arms. He quickly pulled away.

  “There you go, little lady, that was one more kiss,” he said with a little smile on his face.

  I stood there dizzy from the mix of alcohol and my arousal. His kiss had left me intoxicated like a bad addiction. I slumped into the couch thinking about everything. Joey was much older than me. But the few moments I had just spent with him made this whole sugar daddy idea seem a lot more interesting.

  I immediately called Suzie to find out if she was okay and to also get her advice on what had just happened.

  “Joey? You made out with Joey?” She was laughing hysterically over the phone. Any other time I would have been perfectly fine with her joking about the issue, but tonight was different. I really genuinely needed to hear her honest opinion on whether I should try to see Joey again.

  “So what, if I made out with him a little, it’s no big deal!” I shot back at her with a hint of irritation in my voice. I was not about to let her continue ridiculing me.

  She must have noticed that she was working my last nerve, because she suddenly stopped her annoying laughter. “Well fine then. That’s okay, he’s probably a great catch,” she said with a smile in her voice.

  I was little surprised how her attitude suddenly changed. “What’s up Suz? Is something the matter with him?” I asked with my nervous racking. I was secretly hoping that all was good and he did not have a lot of extra baggage; a wife and child that I did not know about.

  “Oh no. Nothing’s wrong, I just never pictured you as the sort of person who’d be attracted to an older guy like Joey. You know he’s almost fifty right?” She asked.

  “Yeah, he told me but I don’t really care too much about his age,” I replied shrugging off whatever she was trying to insinuate.

  I could not help but feel a little disappointed in Suzie’s response, I had honestly thought that she would be happy for me. She had been the person who earlier on in the evening had been advising me to find m
yself a Sugar Daddy to help with my financial situation. But now she had seemed like just another judgmental person, who would cast stones at me for dating someone almost twice my senior.

  “You know what, if you like him just go for it. But I’d be careful; you may want to find someone else. From what I hear Joey has a lot of baggage,” Suzie warned. Somehow she would always know the dirt on everyone; in fact she seemed to know everything about everyone. A part of me wanted to ask her about his deep dark secrets, but another part the more dominant part insisted that I should just leave it alone. The less I knew about him the better it was, I did not want to judge him, even before going on a date with him.

  We finally said our goodbyes and hung up the phone but not before Suzie spelled out the name of her favorite website.

  “That’s SUGAR DADDY FOR YOU DOT COM,” she said in a slow precise voice.

  “Got it,” I replied, reading over what I had just wrote to make sure I had spelled it right and gotten the accurate information.

  “Great, well good luck Liz,” she said confirming that I had copied the correct information. We ended our call and I quickly walked over to my computer to get started on what we had just spoken about.

  Turning on my laptop, I clicked my fingers against the small computer desk waiting for the device to start up. Once everything was all set, I browsed the internet searching for the site that my friend had recommended. It took me only a few seconds before coming across the website. I quickly began the long registration process which included entering my name, address, and email address, phone number for verification and credit card number for membership payment.

  “Twenty bucks, geez,” I muttered to myself with my credit card in my hand. I found it hard to decide whether I wanted to take the risk and spend this much money on a website membership that I had no guarantee would ever benefit me. I looked at the website once more and read the caption at the top.